宏智禪師廣錄 8.35

8.35

In the Cinnabar Mountain phoenix cavern, we coldly relied on each other; / How gratifying that now your plumage and wings are complete! / Soaring and calling beyond the clouds, fluttering together; / Pecking and walking among the trees, we briefly part. / Where jade blossoms are held in the beak, the sky opens into dawn; / When perching on pearl trees, the moon's shadow sinks low. / Stretching beaks at the sweet spring, looking forward to a later meeting, / We will wash away the dust and mud with fresh words.